In the gentle hush of fading light,
Where shadows stretch and dreams take flight,
A quiet whisper calls the soul,
To where the endless rivers roll.
The leaves, they dance in muted glow,
As time unravels, soft and slow,
The stars emerge, a silent choir,
Guiding hearts through nightâs desire.
Memories weave a tender thread,
Through twilight’s grace, where fears are shed,
In every breath, a story lingers,
Written by life’s gentle fingers.
Embrace the dusk, the calm embrace,
In dying light, find love’s own trace,
For every end, a new beginning,
In whispered winds, hear life still singing.